After Ranoth had left, Bruenor wandered out of the city and into the mountains. He didn't really know why he went to the mountains, but he felt drawn here. As Bruenor walked down a mountain trail he wondered how his brother Togar was. He felt guilty leaving him behind to suffer through what he had suffered through all those years. Also he felt sad about leaving his brother because he was the only family he had.

Bruenor wandered the mountains till the sky turned dark. He decided to make camp and plan ahead. He ate a small meal and sat, staring into the flames of his small fire, wondering if he could rescue his brother. He sat for a long time then fell asleep.

He awoke to numb hands and feet. He tried to sit up but couldn't. He then looked down, his hands and feet were tied with ropes and a pair of bandits sat infront of his fire eating his food. "Hey ye bastards!"Bruenor yelled, "why don't ye let me go and ye can fight for ye diner, and yer life!"
"Oh dwarf, oh dwarf, you do not know the enormity of your situation."the bandit said, "we have a special request from a special person to shw you something, your food is just payment." As the bandit said this he turned. Bruenor gasped at what he saw, pitch black skin and crimson eyes stared at him and Bruneor stared right back.
"you're, you're.."Bruenors voice trailed off. "Yes you pityful being, I am Zanoth, guard to Quenthico'sun herself,She has a little suprise you might like to see..

Bruenor was grabbed by the forearm and pulled to his feet. "I know you already hate the mistress but this might make you hate her more.." Bruneor was taken over to a horse on which a body was covered with a cloth. Bruenors heart dropped into his stomach as he realized the possibilities of what the horse could be carrying. With a sneer Zanoth said, ”I present to you…the body of an underling.” and with a flourish he pulled the sheet off.

Under the sheet was a body. This person had obviously died in great pain. The whole body was bloated, from a poison of some kind and many bite marks scarred the bodies. Most people would not have recognized this body, but dwarves in the same clan can tell who anyone is. Bruenor fell to his knees and cried,” Togar!!!!!!!” He buried his face in his hands as huge sobs wracked his body. His only relative, the only proof he had a family was…gone.

The elemental had come out of the mountain, this is all that anyone did and would ever know about it. How did this body of fire take life and now walk the earth? He did not care. He was here now, the essence of fire, and would be here for eternity. So he walked the mountain side in the crisp of dusk scorching the life out of every living thing that lived on his mountain.

On this routine morning he had heard a wail off in the distance and decided he deserved to have fun, so he absorded his heat so as to not burn the whole surrounding forest, and took flight down the mountiain side.

he reached the place from which came the shout rather quickly, having known this forest for 300 some millenia already. He watched silent the vigile accuring before him... "So, I see you can still recgonize it. The worthless scum, Ha! It doesnt concern me and I could care less but what was this disposible being to you?..."
Mortal conerns.... they bored him however he decided to keep watch, unknowing of the true danger that lay before his eyes.

He was careless and his hand slipped and brushed a bush near him.